“She smells, Sister,” said one of the police, her great jaws ready to bite. “And her belly is swollen,” said another, her hooks gleaming. “That scent is my kin. I am a flora and a forager, and I stretch this belly with nectar from a thousand flowers a day if I can find them, to bring home to our hive. Accept, Obey, and Serve.” “Accept, Obey, and Serve,” shouted the bees, as if a Sage priestess had said it.
